WHY YOU SHOULD CARE:Manchester Orchestra are no strangers to reinvention, but this is a bold step. It’s a grower of a sound: folky yet enormous, like Fleet Foxes at their most widescreen, and with no immediate hooks (“The Gold” is close, though). When they do emerge, they’re not easy (“Buried with metonymy/Decide for me”). But MO retain their grittier side, hidden in sneakier buildups and quieter moments of tension. They’ve also got the imagery to back it up, from the snow-covered roads of the aggressive Built To Spill-with-bombast of “Lead, SD” to the stickup scene and suicide attempt of “The Grocery.” One of modern rock’s most consistently great bands just raised the bar again.

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